a forest of tall willows, lush green. soft Rapunzel strands ease away with a single stroke, brushing against the heels of my feet as i go. sunlight is sparse. and the occasional beams cause an unadjusted squint. it is a calming density, even without the knowledge of lions that lay in wait. no, i refuse a compass and i take no heed. just undulating tracks that eventually lead me to the place where i'm supposed to be.
what can i say. tuesday's just two days away.
i disclose. it was active inhibition on my part. the thoughts and dynamics fell into the wrong slots.
now the curtain opens on a portrait of today and the streets are paved with passers-by and pigeons fly, and papers lie waiting to blow away.
perfection at 1:29 AM
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Thursday, March 19, 2009
i need a training platform.
the concept of a world lens. a lens through which everything is seen, processed and interpreted. without communities, this lens would cease to exist. it is determined largely by convention and the majority. its scope and degree morphs naturally in conjunction with mindsets, dependent neither entirely on biology nor arbitrariness. because of this gradual shift that can hardly be swayed by the insignificant numbers of freedom fighters. there is the concept of the underground. where conformity is taboo and true skill earns respect. it brings hope by demolishing the spiral of silence. but this constant war of opinion will not conclude. like energy, opinion does not get destroyed, but converted.
guess i took the superhero mission. but it is mission: unaccomplished.
its only words and words are all i have to take your heart away.
perfection at 11:28 PM
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Wednesday, March 18, 2009
repressing a whole other side. just takes the right one to let it lose.
a lone ranger's escapade of indulgence. or a superhero's chase mission. i teeter.
upset. that i had to miss some of the awesome stuff at this year's Mosaic. curbing cravings didnt prove fun, with a pretty catalogue of this year's lineup running around in my head.
Lush 99.5FM is the bomb. sans the occasional weirdass songs. maybe they took the meaning of "acquired taste" too far.
yes, my NM2101 tutorial. i hear you.
say you'll stay dont come and go like you do.
perfection at 11:51 PM
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Tuesday, March 17, 2009
too much complementing. too little responsibility.
slipping into an orientation once occupied. yet overcome by strangeness. clumsy, awkward, foreign. didnt ease into it like i expected. the seat has lost its warmth.
anti-Freudians who propose that we should all not consider his theories because they cannot be validated and portray humans in a negative, primitive light are, to say the least, deluded. so because we cannot prove the explicit content of the unconscious, it is considered baseless. and because we dont want to imagine ourselves as fearful, anxious, hedonic, impulsive, immoral or anything remotely close to traits that are deemed inconceivable to have in society today, it is denied. such blarney.
heuristics. an interesting side thought.
and now its alright, its okay and you may look the other way we can try to understand the New York Times' effect on man.
perfection at 10:38 PM
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Sunday, March 15, 2009
i am stuck here on a lovely saturday night. alone, maid-less, probably with a fuse blown in my brain. now's the right time to sing "take me out".
you're right. if you lose your memory. i will have no one left.
shouldnt there be some sort of copyright law against remixing prodigious songs into techno and trance ones? i could simply make the artist sing at 2.5X the original speed and add in thumps, scratches and appropriate whining noises. voila.
People are captives of pictures in their head. - Walter Lippman
ever wondered how a one-way mirror truly works? it isnt really a mirror, but a window. the secret is in the lighting. like how the secret to good, two-way communication is understanding.
i will remember you will you remember me dont let your life pass you by weep not for the memories.
perfection at 12:16 AM
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Monday, March 02, 2009
i am well-acquainted. it is the defenses.
when Man had technology that only enabled him to explore shallow waters. the things he saw, did not seem alien. they were documented and then, made predictable. it wasnt until recently when Man finally had the means to venture beyond this charted territory. the lower he descended, the darker and the more uncomfortable it got. yes, new discoveries were made. but after, all he wanted was to get back up to breathe.
slowly but surely. the ironing out of inherent creases. the winnowing of chaff from grain. will take place.
oh right, i forgot. it is not in my nature to be bothered.
que sara sara whatever will be, will be the future's not ours to see que sara sara.
perfection at 11:17 PM
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Sunday, March 01, 2009
my archives remain a source of inspiration. and simultaneously, a brutal reminder.
even then. an apparent dynamic equilibrium. shelters nothing from natural passage. though minuscule, these outcomes exist. for now, my foot rests lightly on the surface.
i have my own ears.
once again, i blaspheme. the ebbing state of my thoughts. those that were once held in high reverence. the same ones which i'd fail to recognize as my own. expressions that could be fluidly beckoned with a fickle mind. yes, even a fickle mind. a mind that stole sceneries from its neighbours' windows, innately manufactured or otherwise. a mind so remotely familiar yet deeply estranged. the very one that churned out wit, tact and insight. it is one i do not deserve to claim.
and i know why.
i dont care what you think the best of us can find happiness in misery.
perfection at 3:00 PM
theJOURNEY.
theTUNES.
what sing you.
theMUSICIAN.
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